This whole scene was so incredibly hot, I just didn't want it to stop.All of a sudden, he removed his hand from her behind and placed it on her tummy,...firmly locking her to him. At this point, his crotch was firmly locked to her arse. Both of them were looking at me, one with confusion and one with a grin on his face. His hand was slowly moving downwards. Kristen was looking at me, trying to read my facial expression. As I wasn't saying anything, and his hand was going further and further, she. It was getting to the stage that I was wearing her panties more than my own and I am sure my mother thought we had an underwear thief in the neighbourhood which worked out in my favour as they would buy her more.I had one best friend in those days, I was very sceptical to tell him but felt that I needed to share my feelings, I knew it would make me feel better if I did but there was risks attached. I could be laughed at and lose a friend or worse still he could tell Emily and although I hoped I. Those thick fingertip paused at her swollen clit, applying the merest bit of pressure. She held perfectly still afraid it would stop if she moved, afraid of her own reaction to this most intimate touch. She kept a death grip on the wrist near her breast. The fingers of her right hand dug into the corded tendons on the underside of the forearm and everything in her cried out to thrust her hips forward, to beg him to stroke her, to bury more than just one finger in the moist heat between her. My wife quickly stripped off her top and shorts, then stepped behind the clear glass shower wall and reached for the taps. In a few seconds she had both big, ceiling mounted shower heads spraying clear, steamy water.Katie stood naked under the caress of the flowing water and by way of curling and rolling her index finger, signaled Britt to come join her. In mere seconds Britt's clothes were completely off and her hiking boots came flying out the open bathroom door and landed in the middle of.